Christian watched as a glimmer of horror flashed in Camille’s eyes. It was almost indescribable, the wave of satisfaction that he felt at that moment.

He wanted her to be more frightened. He wanted her to be terrified of his family, and of him.

“Mason Parker,” he said. “You know him, don’t you?”

He watched with glee as Camille stiffened in her seat.

“What are you…” she began.

“Of course you do,” he said with a laugh. “He is — sorry, was — your biological father, after all.”

Her features twisted in anger. “What the hell? What are you trying to pull?” she demanded.

“Nothing, nothing,” he shrugged. “I just...